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The thought of having another child filled her with more joy than fear, except for the fear of possibly doing it alone if Greg refused to accept the situation, which was the most likely outcome. It was puzzling how a woman like Marianne, full-figured and beautiful, with a warm and loving personality, ended up with a self-centered man like Greg. Marianne's curves and Brazilian skin tone complemented her light brown hair and eyes, and her lips were designed for warm, heartfelt kisses. She had a natural beauty that radiated from within, and she had a heart of gold. But low self-esteem can lead people to settle for less; Marianne lost her mother at a young age and her father was always away on b

Vangeline ended up hiring other genius teachers to help their children. Back at the Yung’s when it came to Bella, she was fortunate to have an entire home full of geniuses and now that she was back to her old self, she was learning from her father and uncles as well as her grandparents. They came to realize that she was extreme intelligent.

Her light colored eyes glinted with sharp mischief as she crossed her arms, “Tell me one more time, Miss Moore. You created the Aurex-9 that cured Ethan?” “How many times do you want her to say it?!” Bella snapped, eyeing Aurora with disdain, “Or is your brain too lowly to comprehend it?!” “That’s right!” Vera uttered, “You’re just a loser who never got into college so you’d never understand what we are talking about. The point is Celeste cured Ethan because of her talent and brilliance! What did you do?!”

“Typical baby preferences.” “Why do you always disagree with my assessments?” Killian asks as Grace successfully creates a hat out of wrapping paper. “Because your assessments consistently attribute genius-level capabilities to normal developmental behavior.” “Because Grace consistently demonstrates capabilities beyond normal developmental expectations.” “Because you're a proud father who sees extraordinary potential in ordinary moments.” “Because I'm an objective observer who recognizes exceptional abilities when I see them.” “Because you love her so much that everything she does seems magical.” “That’s because everything she does is magical.”

This person may already be called a genius, having reached the fifth circle at the age of 28. And geniuses were uncommon, but there were twenty of them standing in front of them. Where did the Church of Rose discover these individuals? Finding even one of them would be a cause for celebration for the dukes because geniuses have the ability to advance to S-ranks. Over the years, however, they only discovered one or two geniuses. Duke Kraus and Duke Deon were astounded by the sight, but the other nobles who could sense these people's strengths were quite terrified.

It's more like I'm something extraordinary, rare, an exception. I don't like that. "Scarlett Davis, isn't it?" A middle-aged man stops in front of me, also stretching out his hand to greet me. I recognize him, he is very important to the branch. His IQ is said to be 146 - he is a true genius, not someone like me. "Congratulations, you're amazing... I've never seen anyone solve problems so quickly... let alone so many in a row." "Oh, imagine..." I say, suddenly bashful, looking away as I feel him rub his thumb over my hand lightly. This simple contact causes me sudden discomfort.

I'll make them choke on it. The chilly light of computer displays made Theodore's studies shine. He leaned forward, his towering body hunched over the keyboard like a predator. His eyes sparkled with the keen silver that distinguished him as a Kensington. His thin fingers typed with steady accuracy, and each hit was planned. He had taken over his father's economic empire, but his understanding of code—learned in secret from Gabrielle, the family's former enemy—was his own weapon. He whispered to himself, "These kinds of encryptions always hide something worth bleeding for."

What kind of extraordinary son did Ethan produce? ***

“Or maybe because I have it, that’s why I know it’s meaningless.” I just gave a soft nod. “But sometimes, it’s the absence that gives things meaning,” I said, “death makes life meaningful. Sadness makes happiness meaningful.” Gerard smiled. “I forgot I was speaking to an art genius.” “I'm not all that.” The smile lingered on my lips. Gerard paused. “Do you think you can’t be a genius because you’re a Recessive?” My body went rigid. “ My IQ test came out, and I was 135. That’s not genius.” Something broke in his voice. “Even with the drugs I created, I had to work with other people. I couldn’t do it all on my own.”